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Jeremiah 10:19 - Y'all Version Bible

19 Woe is me because of my injury! My wound is serious; but I said, “Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it.”

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

19 Woe is me because of my hurt! [says Jeremiah, speaking for the nation.] My wound is grievous and incurable. But I said, Surely this sickness and suffering and grief are mine, and I must endure, tolerate, and bear them.

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American Standard Version (1901)

19 Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it.

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Common English Bible

19 How terrible for me, due to my injury; my wound is terrible. Yet I said to myself: This is my sickness, and I must bear it.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

19 Woe to me, concerning my destruction! My wound is very grievous. And yet I said: Clearly, this infirmity is mine, and I will carry it.

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Jeremiah 10:19
17 Tagairtí Cros  

I was mute. I didn’t open my mouth, because you did it.


Then I thought, “I will appeal to this: the years of the right hand of the Most High.”


I will wait for YHWH, who hides his face from the house of Jacob, and I will watch hopefully for ʜɪᴍ.


“You are to speak this word to them: “‘Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease. For the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous wound.


Though our iniquities testify against us, work for your name’s sake, YHWH; for our rebellions are many. We have sinned against you.


YHWH, the hope of Israel, all who forsake you will be disappointed. Those who depart from me will be written in the earth, because they have forsaken YHWH, the spring of living waters.


My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart! My heart trembles within me. I can’t hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.


For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”


I am broken for the brokenness of the daughter of my people. I mourn. Horror has taken hold of me.


Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!


She weeps-weeps in the night. Her tears are on her cheeks. Among all her lovers she has no one to comfort her. All her friends have dealt treacherously with her. They have become her enemies.


My eye runs down with streams of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.


I will bear the indignation of YHWH, because I have sinned against him, until he pleads my case and executes judgment for me. He will bring me out to the light. I will see his righteousness.


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